Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 1/2/2021
By Machman
These dreams occurred at different times as I had a few strange dreams over the course of last night and sleeping on the couch today to recover from last night's excesses. In one such dream I end up in Graham Revell's house. There are quite a few people floating about and I remember a woman being there, his mother even though I havenever met her before. The group I was with (I forget who they were) were looking for Graham's sister. I know her name was Sharon but in this dream her name was Rita. The house was absolutely magnificent. There was an elevator in the middle of a grand hallway to take you to the upper levels. I remember Graham's mother modestly trying to cover up her pride in her majestic home. The only other thing I remember about this dream is that I made some comment about knowing houses in Burnside (the part of Rutherglen - where I grew up - where this house was located) were big but not this big! In another dream, there is a rugby match taking place in the street where I grew up. This is obviously ridiculous as it is just a narrow street with houses on either side and cars parked on the road. But it was going on anyway. I was captain for one team, Northern Ireland (who don't have a rugby team, the whole of Ireland has its own rugby international team). I am not sure who we were playing against, it was a big team like Wales, Australia or New Zealand. I am captain for Northern Ireland. The game is close to ending ans the match is close, something like 22-20 we are down by. I kick the 🏉 high into the air and it goes into touch close to the try line. It's a line out and I tell my players how to line up against the opposition line. Ths ball is thrown and they keep possession although drop the ball and it is kicked behind the try area which results in a penalty for Northern Ireland (in my dream, I don't know the rules of rugby, I can't stand the sport). If we make this kick we win the match, 23-22. The penalty taker for the my team is a girl, I can't remember her name. It was a nickname like Hendy or something like that. She places the ball down and runs at it, totally fluffing her shot. The ball literally only travels a couple of yards. I can't believe it and wonder if we can take the penalty again but the dream ended there as I woken by a noise in the room.